This time of year, my head is full of images of falling leaves and forest walks, little creatures scampering about stockpiling root vegetables and nuts for winter. Perhaps it's an autonomic response, fall's rhythms bringing back memories from one of my favorite childhood books, "Old Man Rabbit's Dinner Party". Kirkus Reviews describes the 1949 book as "a story of generosity, with Old Man Rabbit sharing what he has with his less fortunate friends." It neglects to point out that Old Man Rabbit got his piles of "purple turnips, orange carrots, red apples, yellow corn and brown potatoes" by plundering Farmer Brown's field. I can sympathize just a little bit with Farmer Brown; I haven't eaten a tomato from my own garden since July. There's always next year.
We've had quite a week in the studio. Thank you for your support of my small business and for all your kind words. You have no idea how much this means to me, and I am still working my way through responding to each of you. People see the glamorous side of what I do - gliding down the escalator in my fabby new leopard fur, but there's a lot that goes on behind the scenes that's just plain old fashioned toil and travail. Farmer Brown would understand, and may even be sympathetic, I suspect. READ MORE